At about half past five o'clock in the morning of August 3, 1995, the telephone in the duty room suddenly rang, and Han Lingling, who was lying next to the telephone, raised her head and picked up the microphone while rubbing her eyes.

"This is the duty room of the Jingnan City Public Security Bureau, do you have anything to do?"

"Public-public security comrade, I--we want to report the case."

"Don't worry, comrade—speak slowly, I'll listen." Han Lingling picked up the pen and opened the report record.

"Out - out of the murder case."

"Please briefly describe the case, don't be in a hurry, you tell it slowly."

"We found a dead man in an abandoned well."

"In what place? The clearer, the better. ”

"Xie Juren Lane, Chaotian Street, 'Xie Xi's Former Residence', do you know? Go to the 'Former Residence of Xie Xi' and you will be to the place. ”

"Did you get the body?"

"No--it's a dry well--the corpses are rotting and stinking--we don't dare to move--just waiting for you to come--come quickly!"

"Very good, you guys protect the scene, we'll be there in a moment. What is your last name? ”

"My surname is Wang - my name is Wang Youli."

"Master Wang, please—find a few people to protect the scene—don't let anyone approach, we'll arrive at the scene in about an hour."

"Medium."

At around six o'clock, two police cars drove out of the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau: the first car was sitting Ouyang Ping, Liu Dayu, Chen Jie and Han Lingling, and Chen Jie was driving; In the second car, Li Wenhua sat left to the east, Yan Jianhua and Liu Wenbin, and Yan Jianhua was driving.

At about half past six, the car drove into Xie Juren Alley.

A lot of people gathered at the entrance of the alley, and after the car drove into the alley, some people followed closely behind the car and ran into the alley.

Xie Juren Lane is not an ordinary alley, it is much wider than ordinary alleys. Along the way, all you see are some high-gate compounds, judging from the name, you know that there have been some big families with heads and faces living in the alley in the past.

Along the way, you can see people running towards the depths of the alley.

After the car drove slowly in the alley for three or four minutes, I saw a lot of people standing in front of me - the alley was only big enough for police cars, and from time to time two or three people walking in front of them stopped on the side of the road to avoid police cars.

The car stopped a few tens of meters from the crowd.

Ouyang Ping opened the car door, and as soon as his front feet fell to the ground, an old lady in her sixties greeted him: "Comrade Public Security, I can wait for you." The old man was sweating profusely and clutching a towel in his hand. The old man wears a red T-shirt on top and a pair of over-the-knee shorts on the bottom.

"Auntie, who are you?" Ouyang Ping said.

"I am the director of the neighborhood committee, and my surname is Qi."

"Director Qi, you have worked hard, may I ask, where is the informant?"

"The informant was inside to protect the scene. Director Wang of the police station also brought people here. ”

Ouyang Ping glanced at the surrounding environment, there is an antique tall and majestic Ming Dynasty building on the north side of the pile, and on the wall to the right of the two riveted iron doors hangs a sign made of copper skin, on which are written two lines of large characters and a few lines of small characters, the two lines of large characters are "Xie Xi's former residence"; "First-class Cultural Relics Protection Unit of Jiangsu Province"; The small print introduces the basic information of "Xie Xi's Former Residence", and there are a few lines of English at the bottom.

The crowd quickly loosened and made a way.

The place where a bunch of people scattered is a ruin, the location of the ruins is more than fifty or sixty meters in front of the gate of "Xie Xi's former residence", and a banner is pulled on the trunk of two paulownia trees next to the ruins, and the banner reads these big words: "Demolition site, pay attention to safety, enter without authorization, and bear the consequences." ”

Ouyang Ping and his entourage followed Director Qi into the noisy crowd.

Everyone was greeted by a policeman wearing a big cap, about 50 years old, he was Wang Qingsong, the director of the Chaotiangong Police Station.